“You can dole out the sports drinks and headache meds,” Silas told Cody. “We’ve got a lot to talk about.”

“Knock knock!” a familiar voice called from the front of the house.

“Is that…?”

“It can’t be. He sounds too—”

“Cheerful?”

“Human.”

Wallace poked his head into the kitchen. His mustache twitched when he got a look at them all. “What the hell happened to all of you?”

Maggie held up her hand. “Sy and I got engaged.”

“I remember that part,” Wallace huffed.

“You did?” Michael sounded confused.

“Congratulations. We’ll celebrate later,” Dean offered.

“Much later,” Dayana agreed.

“Sounds like a real Campbell party,” Wallace said, rubbing his palms together.

“What’s with this guy?” Dean demanded. “Where’s his snarly face and mean stage whispers?”

“Maybe he got some,” Silas suggested.

All of the heads, including the hungover ones, whipped up to study Wallace’s face. He wasn’t smiling, but his perpetual frown was absent.

“Florence?” Maggie asked gleefully.

Wallace schooled his features into his usual disdain. “A gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“Yes, we do,” Silas, Dean, Michael, and Cody said together.

“Let’s table this and focus on what’s important,” Maggie said.

“We get it. You guys are engaged. I’ll be happy for you three days from now when I’m sure my head isn’t going to snap off my neck,” Dayana groaned.

“I’m talking about the fact that we are pretty certain that A. Campbell was actually Ava Campbell, who is not a descendant of some wealthy European family but is in fact Anna Potter, granddaughter of Bowman Potter, one of the men who robbed the stagecoach in Dead Man’s Canyon,” Maggie announced. “Anna allegedly disappeared in Dead Man’s Canyon when she went looking for the gold. Only, I think she didn’t disappear. I think she came out of the canyon with the gold and a new name.”

It didn’t get the reaction she’d hoped for. Silas handed her a Bloody Mary to make up for it.

“Good for her,” Dayana murmured into her coffee with zero enthusiasm.

“Is there a reason for your theories or are you currently drunk?” Dean asked.

“Well, as you all know, it started with the gold coin in the mantel. It happens to match the only other recovered coin from the coach robbery,” Maggie said.

“Yeah. Fast-forward beyond that,” Dayana said.

“In the secret room, we found some clues—including an unfinished manuscript in Ava’s handwriting—that hinted at her being the famous A. Campbell instead of her husband,” Maggie continued.

“That’s cool,” Cody said, helping himself to a plate of food and shoveling it into his face.

“We were also able to trace Bowman Potter’s lineage forward and found an overlap with Ava Campbell’s descendants. We’re waiting for some of that DNA testing for confirmation,” Wallace put in.